Y’all! Last week utterly destroyed me. Presentations, data mining, drinking from Wednesday to Saturday, showing PhD recruits a good time…it has taken its toll. Plus, I caught some sort of bullshit cold that’s been going around.
I’m doing it all again (minus the cold and with slightly less drinking) later this week, so I’m spending all day on my sofa listening to The Smiths, drinking my body volume in tea, reading race/pop culture/gender/politics blogs in the hopes that Morrisey, water, and social justice rage will clear this sickness from my body.
This morning, I woke up late because I couldn’t fall asleep until 3am.
Today is Presidents’ Day, and the university is closed, but I decided to go into lab anyway because I spent all of Saturday and Sunday on my sofa.
The entire lab took the day off, and as I walked to my bench, I began to feel immensely lonely, so I turned right back around and started to walk home, which is exactly where I didn’t want to be.
So as I walked back to my apartment, I decided to come to the library.
And here I am.
I should be studying or something, but I haven’t been able to concentrate on an article for days.
This is a picture of me while I am listening to iamamiwhoami and trying to find a peace that surpasses all understanding while my roommate chews with his mouth open.
RED BEANS AND RICE!
And Misfits (not pictured).
Paying double the daily cat-tax today since I was in Prospect Heights and Park Slope all day yesterday.
Sometimes, you just need to watch Hedwig while drinking a gimlet.
It’s New Year’s Day, and I’ve been…contemplating all day.
I needed to feel some agency, so I cleaned the entire apartment.
Very few things make me feel more in control of my world than housework.
Very few.
2:22 PM and still no hangover. I may be in the clear.
Also. Rosie found a new bed.
I’m not sure what’s happening, and I’m a little scared because one of three things is going on right now:
1. I have successfully avoided the New Year’s Day hangover for the first time in years.
2. The New Year’s Day hangover hasn’t started yet.
3. This year’s New Year’s Day hangover is so terrible, so unnaturally awful that I can no longer experience pain and discomfort in a way that is human.
Me wearing all black today makes my little lady super excited for lap sitting. This is because the usual coating of Rosie fur that I get will be way more apparent and everyone I encounter will know how much we love each other.
In retrospect, this past year has been all about personal growth and shit. So here I am, on a Monday morning, drinking an ENTIRE POT OF COFFEE, thinking about the ways that I have grown…personally…as well as the ways that I can continue to grow…again…personally. Also. New ways. Or something.
If you were in any way curious about how I feel about this (you probably weren’t), I think my face says it all.
Whatever. Leave me alone. I’m working through some shit here.
I’m trying to do some science, but we just had a big storm here and Rosie was scared and now she’s sleeping on my lap and she’s too cute and she is purring and she NEEDS ME.
Because it’s been a while.
